Monday, June 18, 2018

In this last phase of pregnancy, when the mother is asleep, the infant can be seen etherically lying outside of her body, contained in her arms or sleeping on top of her chest. The spirit child is not ever actually inside the growing form, not yet incarnate within it, yet is travelling with their mother throughout this time of growing. The infant child senses deeply all of the mother's emotions and physical sensations, almost as though they were experiencing this effort to carry themselves. This bonding experience, where the two unite through this combined effort, helps to form a resonant pathway linking them both, the strength of which, carries into the earliest memories and closeness throughout the life of the child to come. All of her sensations felt, concerns and dreams, and wonderings - whilst also, the discomforts and the tremblings - these too are known exactly and proportionately to the incoming entity. Similarly to the experience of sleep, beginning with the day backwards, so too is the experience of birth. The joint collaborative journey has begun at conception and the travelling two truly share the entire impressions through the eyes and expression of the mother to be. Likewise, the mother can sense her child's character, purpose and striving. These elements are at their strongest during this preliminary waiting upon entrance to this world. The little being's vitality is literally empowered by that of its essential self - of that which it is, and who it is, impelling and propelling its way into incarnation. The time of birth itself is literally a conjuncture of worlds - not so much of the hemispheres of people, as already these are fixed and intertwined - but remarkably that threshold, where the child leaves its mother to enter the body, just prior to delivery, and then to the first breath, this leap into life, 'bumps' the baby into a necessary separation so that it may now begin its individual path.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

It is as the opposites of the dial - the midnight of the world to midday; it is that threshold where life dives into death, and comes back up to breathe the vapours of existence yet again. Now, right now, is that tension of the seasons, where the frost will meet the warmth, where the blood will find its oxygen.

At the threshold of a new day, Humanity finds that the sadness of Christ veils its very existence for but a short while; and then, as the Easter Eastern Sun rises, the Light of the World returns.

The universe is pragmatic; whereas the Worldly perspective knows both hope and lament.

From a cosmic perspective, the Angels and the Gods, do not decry or derange, or wrestle with the might-have-beens. It is very almost an automata perspective - yet not without its charity.

In the worldly arena events and their outfalls are magnified; there are emotions and tensions that contest outcomes, that speak to effecting change, that wish for futures in the making, with dark histories cast aside and replaced.

The flux and flow of these tidal events, of these great and grand emotions of the globe and its peoples, of the struggle to improvement of each race and mind and spirit therein, is not only a progressive movement; it is a living contrast of continual contradiction.

Thus it is, the Golgotha of our soul. Of our collective souls, and collective Karma, and the resurrection out from the deepest betrayal.

"Master", we have asked: "Why have you suffered so? And, to what purpose do we suffer also?"

He replied: "It was never my intention that my own should know the pain of the spirit, of the heart, or the flesh. To experience want and hardship, to be tested, be thwarted, be lavished with insult. This was never a plan, that Humanity could sink under the weight of their burdened anxiety.

"There is but one consolation: I promise you, it will end - and to with, not only shall the suffering cease forever, but eternal peace and happiness will compromise all else. I promise you that. For this has already been won in the Heavens by me, and thus we must pray: "On Earth, as it is in Heaven".

Monday, May 15, 2017

My question is concerning AI - Artificial Intelligence: is it possible for computers or robots to become self aware, self conscious, and make their own decisions and become self determined?Many operating systems appear to demonstrate personality, having been given algorithms that are programmed with such a bias and characterization - and from this it could be easy to conceive that by some extraordinary leap, their intelligence could spark into individuality. . . At present, the basic programming of any system runs according to the angelic principle of service and sameness: and in concordance with same and similar programs/supports and operating platforms. There is provision for owner operators to control their computers and personally tailor the programs, yet at the same time these systems work because they are in harmony with others, and not because they separate out in form or function in any way from the rest.And so, computer systems by their nature, are conformists.

As intricate and complex as they may become, they will still operate within preset boundaries of rationale programming - requiring consensus with like platforms.Fundamentally a materialist does not hold ideas as to the origin of consciousness, or the forming of individuality. A materialist is limited in their view on this subject, and from this non-perspective an idea could be entertained that consciousness would just evolve or develop, as if by magic. They really do not have an explanation for the imagination or individuality in relation to humankind, but rather than it is, computer-like in cognizance and either random or pre-programmed, in its choosing. The materialist does not recognize the aeons of prior experience that the individual soul has gathered and grown with, along side its instinctual collecting along the way. And,
more than this, far more than this wonderful learning, is the Godliness
within the human nature, that 'spark' of divine intelligence and
construct - that godly nucleus to which all else is fixed upon.

Monday, May 1, 2017

The gift of Heaven is one of true abundance: a limitless fortune that is neither owned nor sold.

Fresh forces of promulgation, of sustaination, and, of the continuum-momentum, are without tire, without fatigue, without stop.

The
meaning of the name of Heaven is: replenishment. It is the ever-flowing
fountain; and, paradoxically, through death one will find, that it is
the very home of everlasting youth.

For nothing dwindles or dies
in the spiritual realms. The depleted are fulfilled, and the shapeless
become regenerated. Thoughts and hopes are the sprites of a cosmic dance
that joyously twirl those starry lit fields in the ever morn.

Yes! everyone is Irish in Heaven! (a joke)

Revelation, not intoxication, enlights the mind with cheer and wonder.

And, everyone has their place.

One
does not wander homeless as a constant refugee from materiality ... no,
every single monadic soul has a home of their own that they can return
to with visitors, companions and cherished animal friends. Life is more
tangible than the physical world, because it is permeated with meaning
and its very substance is durable.

From Heaven's perspective our
descent into mortal life is death itself, rather than a becoming. At
the very least it is as a tedious dream, at times with night terrors and
at others, with perplexity ... a forgetfulness of one's root being, and
immortality.

It is little wonder that the mortal consciousness
is considered to be less than perfect, and only dimly aware; when, with
the walk into Heaven one is fully sensing and knowing so much more. The
forgetfulness of this world is its greatest peril. And the embrace of
all that is Heaven is our ultimate life.

Passing back into the realm is as before - only with each venture had, there are treasures in hand, to be kept for ever more.